Me Ja Rule

I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me

[Hook]
How dare these niggas try to fuckin hate on
Me
Come out and make records sound just like
Me
But nobody does this here quite like
Me
Now let me tell a little something 'bout
Me
Pops tags, things fresh to death like
Me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than
Me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on it's on
Me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on
Me

[Verse one]
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name in the news
Papers, haters never pay they dues
Always got they feet in somebody shoes
Walk wih me, or ride this on Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in ménages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go figure
'Cause I ain't sayin' you's a gold digger
But bitch, you ain't fuckin' wit no broke niggas
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the phone ya voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggas ain't fuckin' wit me